"There! what will you call that vehicle, Miss Blanche?"
"That is called a _gharri_" interposed Sir Modava, who was within
hearing.
The vehicle was such as none of the Americans had ever seen. It was a sort
of two-wheeled cart, with a top like an old-fashioned chaise, in which a
man was seated, while a rough-looking fellow rode in front.
"I should say it was an ox-cart, so far as the team is concerned," said
Scott.
"Those are not oxen; they are called bullocks in this country. As you see,
they have humps like a camel, though much smaller, in front of which is the
yoke," the Hindu knight explained.
"But they don't drive oxen in the United States with a pair of rope reins,
as this fellow does," said Scott.
"I have seen them do so in North Carolina," added Morris, who had travelled
in the South with his parents.
"I give it up, and it's all right. But what is that man in the cart? Is he
a Grand Mogul?"
"Hardly," replied Sir Modava, laughing. "The driver is the lowest caste of
laborers, who works for fivepence a day, and supports his family on it. The
man inside is the cook of a Parsee merchant I happen to know, and probably
he is going to market to buy supplies for the family. But here we are at
the tailor's. You can continue your ramble, and your servants can tell you
the way, and what the buildings are.
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